Chapter 464
The door gave a soft creak as Dame pushed it open, revealing a modest but surprisingly well-kept space. The walls were paneled in dark cedar, their polished surfaces carrying the faint scent of aged wood.
A single window sat opposite the door, its shutters half-open to let in the warm amber glow of the late afternoon sun, spilling golden light across the floorboards in soft streaks.
Two beds stood side by side against one wall. Their frames were sturdy oak, and each was dressed in thick woolen blankets dyed a deep burgundy. The mattresses looked firm but inviting, with neatly folded linen sheets resting on top of them.
Between the beds stood a small nightstand, a simple brass oil lamp placed upon it, its glass chimney polished to a near-gleam as though freshly cleaned that morning.
